Unfortunately circumstances are not favourable to make the words work,
I suppose that means the spell is ruined now.
Can’t replace the now irreplaceable that I gave away to try to connect.
They all left too.
Who is the me who would help?
No one. No never.
Hope is well lost.
I wanted it back, but I can’t ask for it, given away because giving giving giving giving.
I gave her the piece I had connected to grandma. She ignored it.
I gave her the piece I connected to love, it wasn’t good enough.
I gave him the heart, thinking I wouldn’t need such a thing. Trying to pass on hope.
But it disappeared and I now miss a thing.
Because it’s all I have left of a story that never happened,
I want it back. Can I please have it back?
Can’t I replace it?
No. The place is gone.
I don’t know how to speak to someone who never wants me.
A cloudy day with no rain.
It’s hell every day for me.
Don’t tell me what you think of me anymore,
I already know
Somewhere by your side and laughing because it’s true every day
The laughter joins the tears.
Anybody could be.
The status quo, billions of people are by your side.
That logic quite truthfully must mean,
Nothing at all.
It’s all nothing. Meaningless nothing.
You could admit it, but you would rather blame me,
For going that far,
When you are the one that pushed me into the target.
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